The hidden door sealed behind them with a muted thud, leaving the echoes of the ravine behind. The air within was cool and stale, smelling faintly of stone dust and old oil. Lortheo led the way, his uneven gait and constant muttering lending an uneasy rhythm to their steps. The carved passage opened into a vast chamber, lit in pools of dim orange by scattered braziers. Intricate stonework covered every wall, ancient artistry telling forgotten stories in bas-relief. It felt less like a hall and more like a sanctum — the very stones breathed with solemn purpose.
Lortheo’s voice dropped as he motioned toward a distant archway. Beyond it came the murmur of voices and the shuffle of unseen feet. “The keepers of the flame,” he whispered. “Better we avoid them.” He turned sharply, taking them down a lesser passage until the air grew warmer and an oppressive, metallic scent mingled with the stone.
The tunnel ended in a colossal arch, and from beyond came a deep, resonant chuckle — a sound that seemed to vibrate in the bones. A voice, thick with ancient power, called out: “Lortheo. I did not expect you today. Have you brought me… a snack of surfacers?”
Then the dragon appeared.
The massive, crimson-scaled head emerged from shadow, molten eyes narrowing. His presence filled the space like a storm front. Lortheo stammered assurances, claiming they bore dire news: the Demogorgon was loose in the Underdark, threatening all. At the name, Thumberchaud’s gaze sharpened. He feigned indifference, but there was an unmistakable flicker — the barest shadow of concern.
The companions pressed the danger, warning that the demon lord might bring ruin even to Gracklestugh, that the dragon’s comfortable dominion could vanish in fire and madness. Self-interest, not heroism, was their weapon of persuasion. Thumberchaud’s great lip curled in grudging amusement. “I have never tasted a demon lord,” he mused.
Before the parley could deepen, the temple trembled. Dust sifted down from the high stonework. A robed duergar rushed in, breathless, announcing a great monster at the harbor. The Demogorgon had arrived.
The dragon’s eyes flared like open furnaces. With a thunderous laugh, he declared his impending victory — and the eternal debt the city would owe him for it — before crouching and leaping skyward. Stone shattered under his weight as he punched through the ceiling, the daylight of Gracklestugh spilling down through the ruin.
Shouts echoed above. The party followed, emerging into chaos: the dragon forcing his bulk through narrow streets, wings hammering the air, scattering rubble and panicked duergar alike. Ahead, at the Darklake’s edge, the Demogorgon loomed — a nightmare of two glaring heads, writhing tentacles, and a towering, amphibious bulk. Duergar archers loosed desperate volleys, their efforts little more than stings.
Thumberchaud circled wide over the water, then stooped, exhaling a torrent of fire that bathed demon and hapless defenders alike. The Demogorgon roared, scorched but hardly slowed. Maledurk swooped in next, hurling rubble that cracked against the beast’s heads with a dull, unsatisfying thud.
Tempest’s magic followed — a sphere of virulent acid splashed across the demon’s hide, hissing where it ate into flesh. In the next breath, she wove a greater spell, shrouding her allies in invisibility. Thorn seized the moment, sending twin lances of lightning snapping between the monster’s heads, the ozone tang sharp in the air. The Demogorgon staggered, one head snapping wildly, the other fixed on Thumberchaud.
The dragon landed with an earth-shaking impact, tearing at the demon with tooth and claw. The shoreline became a frenzy of scale, talon, and tentacle. Maledurk, still unseen, ripped into the demon’s flanks with his own claws. Tempest called forth a swarm of stinging insects to harry its every motion. Thorn struck again — this time with a beam of annihilation that sheared away a portion of the demon’s shoulder and neck in a haze of drifting ash.
Even maimed, the Demogorgon fought like a force of nature, and the air rang with the sounds of their struggle. Allies and enemies alike bled on the docks, the lake lapping red at its edges. Yet through the haze of fire, magic, and steel, a truth crystallized in the companions’ minds: the fight was not yet won, and even with a dragon’s might beside them, this battle could end in glory… or in ruin.
Entering the hidden door: First contact with the red dragon (name spoken variously in the transcript; dragon is consistently the resident red dragon of Gracklestug’s temple): Clarifications about access and the Gray Ghosts: Initial exchange with the dragon: The party reported the Demogorgon’s presence in the Underdark. Insight checks: the dragon acted skeptical but, per Elora’s high result, showed a hint of concern beneath the demeanor. Size comparison: dragon and Demogorgon are similar in overall scale; the Demogorgon likely taller/bulkier; the dragon might be slightly smaller. General lore and observations surfaced in play: On motives and appeals: Interruption and alarm: A dwarf in priestly robes bearing a stylized dragon breathing fire emblem rushed in; the dragon addressed him as Gartokar. Gartokar began to address the dragon, then saw the party; the dragon rebuked the interruption, but a tremor shook the area, dust falling from above. Gartokar reported a “great monster” at the harbor. The dragon declared his impending victory over the Demogorgon and demanded, in return for saving the city: Without further delay, the dragon launched, smashing up through the ceiling of his chamber and tearing open a huge hole; debris from a building above crashed down. Shouts and panic arose in the city. Gartokar sprinted away; the party decided to follow the dragon. Moving to the surface engagement: Battlefield scene at the water: Round 1 — Elora: Round 1 — Demogorgon: Round 1 — Red Dragon: The dragon swooped and unleashed a massive fire breath across the docks: Round 1 — Maledurk: Round 1 — Tempest: Round 1 — Thorn: Duergar actions (between rounds): Round 2 — Elora: Round 2 — Demogorgon: The Demogorgon turned to engage the dragon, stepping in and making two tentacle attacks: Round 2 — Red Dragon: Round 2 — Maledurk: With Greater Invisibility active, Maledurk closed in with Form of the Beast (claws): Round 2 — Tempest: Round 2 — Thorn: Thorn cast Disintegrate, targeting a head/upper neck area: End of session: The round cycled back to the top (Elora’s turn next), and the session paused here due to time, with the battle ongoing:Session Notes